The sun is setting, the world begins to slow.
The people are speaking, their voices are hushed
The stars are peeking, they begin to show,
The people are resting, no longer rushed.
The people are speaking, their voices are hushed,
Their secrets are told,
The people are resting, no longer rushed,
The cover of night is making them bold.
Their secrets are told,
Their voices finally revealed,
The cover of night is making them bold,
Their destinies, with words, have been sealed.
Their voices finally revealed,
The stars are peeking, they begin to show,
Their destinies with words have been sealed,
The sun is setting, the world begins to slow.